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Little Bird Dec 2016
LUST
I've been touched by someone else
I felt nothing
Curiosity grew into lust
Lust faded away into nothing
I felt nothing
Is it me
Is it you
Is it nothing
Have you been touched
Have your thighs been spread
Has your mouth been opened with a searing kiss that made eyes blink back
HATE
I think I loved you
Is what it was
Now I don't know what it has turned into
love
I'd rather not say anything on the subject except for one thing
It's a fool's errand for a king to give something that only belongs to him
And I don't know which one I am
Longing
But I don't miss you
I really don't
Only for today
I say this everyday
Little Bird Dec 2016
It's not love
It's idealization
Thats what it is
You see ,I keep on creating these little clips
These movies really
Where you come in, or call
More like text since you don't like direct confrontation
Where you ask me for another chance
Another go
But you've never been the one to do that
Maybe once in the summer long ago
Life changes you though
I'm ready to meet someone else
And I've tried
Another boy I tried to make mine
It's not love
It's not love
I swear
I'm too young
I'm too naive
I'm too me to be in love
  Dec 2016 Little Bird
Leigh Marie
you're the worst thing that has ever happened to my poetry
cause, I am not a poet
I mean
I can not call myself a poet but ****
with you on my mind, and in my heart
but not in my life,
can't help but want to write
I can't seem to tell the difference between
you and me
now and then
here and there
I mean
I can not find the words to write
can not make sense of what is goin' on
let alone put it to words
I am not a poet
and you are not a musician
we just are
alone, or together
we are
there is nothin' to define
and nothin' to write
but everything all the same

wanna tell you how I
cried today cause there are
little boys that can't be saved

why can't things be the same
I mean
why can't they go back
to the way we were
try everything again
being friends,
again
falling in love,
again
and this time,
not mess up cause
I messed up cause
you messed up

How's a
non- poet 'pposed to
figure out whats going on
and write about it
I mean
how am I 'pposed to
write to you
write you a come back letter
a I miss you letter
I mean
a text
cause you know we aren't
a generation of chivalry
you ne'er even gave me
something to hold on to
or let go of
cause you slipped right outa my hands
where'd you go
how am I 'pposed to
write bout you being here and gone
all at the same time
did you do this on purpose
stall my pen

can't even explain it to my
closest friends cause it
don't make sense
I mean
they don't see why I care
I don't see why I care

I know you're not far cause
you keep me close
but you sure as hell
ain't mine
don' know if you
e'er were or
will be
**** you really ruined
my writing
inspired by Sarah Kay's "Worst Poetry"
Little Bird Dec 2016
I like symmetry
No scratch that
I need symmetry
When my right hand is cold
My left has to be as well
When I've bitten one nail
I must do the same to the other
Some find it weird
I'd rather think it makes sense
in a world that doesn't have any logic in its buzzard ways  
My face isn't equal
Have 3 freckles in the shape of triangle on the right side of my face
To say it irks me would be an understatement
I want symmetry for everything except when it comes to writing of course
Not as ambidextrous as I would like to think I am
I really do need symmetry
So I guess that's why when you broke my heart
I've been trying to break yours since then
Little Bird Dec 2016
Lost
Once again I reach to you, site of poets and dreamers.
Once again I call upon your strength to assist me through the dark and lonely nights.
Once I was here, among the poets but I had to erase the memories.
The lies.
The truths.
All so that one soul could have the privacy she wanted.
I willingly gave it up,not knowing the urges of needing to write.
So I request an invitation,
a doorway of light in the path of an unknown future.
No more shall I look for others than they shall look for me.
For I am merely a blade of grass amongst the flowers.
I used to inscribe my life into these pages almost everyday.
This is a place where I can be myself,
even if I don't know who that is anymore.
I ask you,
can I,
once again be another poet amongst the dreamers and writers?
Little Bird Dec 2016
Let's go back in time

Back when time stood still
When the clock hand slowed to a stop
Your darling eyes frozen in forever
Lips meeting in the dark
Sweet-nothings uttered

Let's go to now in time

Now when time is running away
Hundreds of miles away from each other
Only one of us is still haunted
Christmas spirit all around
Uncertainty in all of us

Let's go forward in time

Times open its arm, waiting to greet us
Years have passed with seconds ticking by
Hearts mended and broken
Happily ever afters for some
Say your goodbyes and be done
Staying was never an option

Let's go somewhere in time*

Where my heart  is always broken

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